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So shuffle papers, pile up
(It all ends up back in the dump)
Staple hands aginst the desk
Nail open windows to protest-
She knocks and kicks it open - wide
Smiles despite your foolish pride
(Work to do, things to say,
Why is it she must always stay?)
She ignores and drops her things
-Settles in despite the stings
And rambles empty, mindless phrases
And as you yell, she simply praises
You sigh, collapse into the seat
-Smile wryly in defeat
Expression back, far too hearty
"Why don't we have a product party?"














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